senku / reader
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If love took the form of a door, Senku would never leave. If love took the form of spring, you would be kissing dandelions into the breeze.
Maybe if you did it enough times, Senku would grow curious from watch...
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The air that the storm brought smelled of tragedy.
When her cries halted for a moment, Yuzuriha raised her head. It was heavy from the weather and her emotions, but when she did, she was met with the sight of you.
Or at least she hoped it was still you. It started to seem grim. Part of you felt so different from the girl she met thousands of years ago at middle school.
You looked more battered than you were before.
And she knows it was all because of Senku.
Every time a heavy drop of rain would splatter onto your body, a tremble or two were to follow. You wanted to scream your lungs out, to spat yourself out of your own throat for some sort of release, but you couldn't. Every part of you was completely numb.
Your eyes were starting to feel misty, perhaps from the rainwater dripping through your eyelashes, or from the way it was widened as if affliction had completely taken over your face. Perhaps it did.
The weather was uncomfortable, your hair and clothes were completely soaked, latching onto your body like it was a second skin.
The sound of Taiju's agonized yells along with the raging thunder was a wretched combination, Yuzuriha's call for your name suddenly made the noise more doleful.
And somehow, his missing voice made it more torturous.
You start to not hear anything at all.
His cold body started to become a sight you wanted to forget. You no longer want to see Taiju's failed attempts at trying to bring his friend back, you no longer want to see Yuzuriha's expression at trying to bring you back to reality.
So you hung your head, widened eyes cursing at the muddied ground, the grayish sight was more appealing than the mischance happening.
You don't know whether to feel relieved or at fault when Yuzuriha stopped calling for you.
Then your thoughts brought you to what would have been.
If only you could have stayed by his side from the start. If only you didn't follow his instructions. Only then all of this would have been avoided. If only Tsukasa just kept his promise.
That bitter name.
Your mind feels empty, but you feel your chest gravely full.
You felt like drowning, maybe the rain came to wash you away. Because what are you without him? What were you before he came?
You were just a girl whose mother would always teach her something too big for a child. A girl with a father who taught her how love works using complicated words and flowery metaphors.
You were a girl who always looked forward whenever Sundays would arrive.
Only then weren't you just a girl, you were also a friend; his friend. You don't want to change that. You never want to.
